Pride
If moments weren't moments they would last forever
If I could make the people of the world laugh at once, in that very moment there would be an absence of sadness.
Enjoying every bit of that last moment is everything until it's just a memory. Recalling the last events that past or the best of the good or bad. Stays with you because of regret or sense of achieving for filling ness.
My memory of them is no wonder of realty or fantasy of some kind of mystery, but an endeavor moment of mischief and fortune that belongs to I.
A strong sense of pride.
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